Neese's smile widened when the human's spell shifted and changed, an alteration of the season, and with such ease - as a thought - and such detail. More impressive than the magic (for the spell itself was childish in its simplicity compared to Neese's ability) was the ease and lack of effort put into it.
Indeed not a student. He couldn't fault the man for bearing weaker magics than he, after-all... the fae blood in the people of Serendipity which the people so loved to flaunt and boast, was so much diluted that Neese would never even consider himself very, very distantly related to them.
"I dare say I would be impressed, if you managed to punish me," the man probably should have been insulted, Neese had, after all, called his magic simple. "I have a great love for artisans, Carvaine, and I cannot immagine what else one might call this," he gestured vaguely toward the illusion clinging to the professor, "than that."
Vanity showed threw in the way that Neese's body and expression shifted, then. "You may call me Devyn," he said, thinking that, likely this artist would appreciate the concourse of all things skillful and beautiful, that existed within him. The twig-like appendages coming off of his shoulders budded, leafed out, and then sprouted an array of different kinds of flowers - were they two showing off for one another now? Perhaps. It might be a fun game to play.
But then he waved a hand dismissively and the leaves and flowers, still vibrant and fresh dropped off and tumbled to the floor. They were quite real, Carcaine could have picked one of the flowers up and smelled it. Neese didn't like walking around looking like a bush, as much as he did enjoy showing off, and seeing the awe and wonderment of mortals and simple party tricks.
Arlan had something of a goal at the moment though, and the oath-maker was always rather forceful with his presence, even when Devyn wanted to play.
"I'm looking for someone," Neese, or Devyn -- rather it was Arlan, who said, "I am quite sure they are here... somewhere, however I haven't yet been able to locate him.
"I seek the young Prince, Valerain Torverath. I would consider myself in your debt if you could assist me in finding him." The way his smile shifted into a smirk suggested that having Neese in his debt could bring the professor something unexpected.